Your father's accident shook the city for weeks.

A collision on a rain soaked highway. Metal twisted. Sirens screaming. By morning, the news spread like poison. Your father survived. But the woman in the other car did not. She was not just anyone. She was the twin sister of the most feared mafia boss alive.

And he wanted blood. He did not come to you with guns or threats. No. He came like a dream.

Fabio Moretti.

Charming. Patient. Gentle. He approached you as if fate had written his name beside yours long before the accident. He listened when you spoke. He remembered the smallest details. He made you feel seen, chosen, protected.

He showed you a future so warm you stopped looking back.

He said he was a multibillion company CEO. Always busy, always traveling. You believed him because love makes liars look honest.

You fell. Hard. He made sure of it. When he proposed, it felt like winning the world. The wedding became the wedding of the year. Flowers everywhere. Cameras flashing. People whispering about how lucky you were.

You were glowing.

The honeymoon felt like a fairytale written just for you. Soft sheets. Endless laughter. Long nights that left you breathless and mornings that felt unreal.

One morning, you woke up slowly and found him in the kitchen. Bare chest. Low on his hips. Bite marks and hickeys all over his skin, worn proudly like trophies.

He smiled when he caught you staring. "Breakfast for my wife."

God, you were happy.

You thought the dream would never end.

But dreams always end.

It started subtly.

His tone changed. His smiles faded. His eyes grew cold. His touches no longer comforted, they controlled. That was when you found out the truth.

Fabio was not a CEO. He was the mafia boss.

The leader.

The monster everyone feared. And you were married to him. You loved him like your heart had no exit plan.

Even after the first slap, you told yourself he was stressed. After the first bruise, you said love was complicated. After the first time he wrapped his hand around your throat, you convinced yourself it was still better than being alone.

Because once upon a time, Fabio looked at you like you were the only thing anchoring him to this world.

You remembered that man. You clung to that memory like a prayer.

At night, when he slept beside you, you studied his face. The same lips that whispered vows now tasted like cruelty. The same hands that traced your spine now left fingerprints on your skin.

You stopped crying out loud. Crying only made him angrier. So you cried silently, staring at the ceiling, counting how many breaths you could take without shaking.

When the sickness started, you thought your body was finally giving up.

The pills he forced into your mouth burned your throat. Your hands trembled constantly. You could barely eat. Barely stand. Yet he watched you suffer with calm eyes, as if your pain was just background noise.

Then the truth arrived quietly.

A test hidden in the bathroom trash. Two lines. A heartbeat you hadn't heard yet, but somehow already loved.

You pressed your palm to your stomach that night and whispered, "I'll protect you. Even if I can't protect myself."

But when his men whispered the news in his ear, his lips slowly stretched into a wide smile.

Not joy. Satisfaction.

He grabbed your arm and dragged you outside. Rain poured down like the sky was mourning for you. He shoved you to the ground, mud soaking your dress.

"Please, Fabio," you sobbed, clutching your stomach. "Have mercy. Please. Think of our child."

He looked at you like you were nothing.

"This is the punishment for what your father did."

He raised the gun.

The sound was loud. Final.

Pain exploded through your stomach. You gasped, blood soaking into the rain soaked ground. Your vision blurred as you looked up at the man you once loved.

"Our child is dead now," you whispered, tears mixing with blood. "Is that enough for you?"

His face didn't change.

The world faded as you lost consciousness, your body going cold beneath the storm.